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"Claire..."
In the distance, Claire could hear someone calling out to her.
"Claire..."
"Am I...dead? Did Kyle get away with killing everyone? Did Leon manage to escape with Sherry and the others."
"Claire!"
Claire's eyes finally shot open. The first person she saw was her brother, a look of concern on his face, Both of his hands gripping her shoulder's.
"Claire whats wrong? Are you okay?" Chris asked.
Claire felt the warm air from the vents, realizing that she was back in the car. She turned to the seat behind her, spotting Rebecca and Erika, a look of concern also planted on their faces.
"Claire, are you alright?" Rebecca asked, as she leaned forward to put a hand on her shoulder.
Claire turned to the front, ignoring Chris and Rebecca's questions. Her eyes finally fell on Kyle. To her surprise, he was now in the driver's seat with Barry on the passengers side. They were both staring back at her but her eyes were stuck on Kyle.
"Could it be true?" she thought. "Is Kyle secretly working with umbrella?"
"Claire, talk to me," Chris demanded, as he slightly shook her to get her attention.
She finally broke the stare and brought her eyes up to Chris.
"It was just a dream," she replied, as she pulled away from chris' tight grip and sat up straight.
"Just a dream?" Chris began.
"You call screaming in your sleep just a dream. Waking up scared to death. Not knowing where you are. Claire, talk to me. Something's wrong. I know you. This isn't like you."
"Look...I don't wanna talk about it okay," she declared, her eyes once again falling on Kyle.
His eyes burned into hers as if he knew exactly what she had dreamed. She could see it in his eyes. The anger. The Hatred. The same anger and hatred she caught in Steve's eyes when she last saw him. She turned away from him once again and brought her eyes to the window beside her.
"I'm fine Chris," she began. "Besides...we have more important things to worry about."
"Claire's right," Barry started, as he brung the map that he had been holding up in front of him. "We're at least an hour away and we haven't got a minute to waist."
Chris' eyes were stuck on Claire. Why was she so pale? How could a nightmare frighten her this much? It all seemed so...weird.
"Let's go," Chris said, as he straightened his posture.
Claire stared out the window, watching as the trees slowly began to go by. Everything had been going smoothly until now. Things were only getting worst now that she suspected Kyle was working with umbrella. Then again, it was only a dream. She couldn't believe everything in her dreams.
She debated on whether or not she should tell Chris and the others about it. It was on the tip of her tongue and she wanted to tell them. For all she knew, Kyle was working for the corporation and he'd try to kill Leon and Sherry...
"Sherry..." she whispered, her eyes widening in an instant. Chris turned to her, catching the horrified expression on her face.
"Claire? Claire whats wrong?" he asked.
Claire turned to Chris. Her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest any minute.
"Chris I forgot about Sherry!" she replied. "Her plane landed an hour ago and I was supposed to be there to pick her up."
"Claire, do you realize how far we are," Barry began. "We can't turn back now."
"I don't care!" Claire shouted. We have to go back!"
"Claire I'm sure she's fine," Kyle declared, as he gazed at her through his rearview mirror."
There it was. That voice. The voice inside of her continually telling her that it was a setup. Wesker had probably got to Sherry already. Meanwhile, Kyle was leading them right into a dead end. If only she could see the symbol tattoed on his arm just like she'd seen in her dream. That was all the proof she needed. She wanted to reach forward and pull his sleeve up. She wanted to know the truth.
"Go for it Claire," she thought. "You need to know the truth."
"Claire? Are you okay?" Erika asked.
"Do it Claire," the voice continued, as Erika's voice echoed in her ears. "Do it."
Suddenly, quicker than the blink of an eye, Claire reached for Kyle's sleeve and pulled it back with all her might. Kyle hadn't suspected the attack and suddenly lost control of the car. It all happened so fast. The car swerved and began to spin out of control. Claire flew back into her seat as the car spun. Barry's map flew out of his hand as he threw his hands up in front of his face to prepare himself for the collision.
She knew she had caused it, but she had to find out. She had to know the truth. She needed the truth. The deafening sound of glass shattering was the last thing she heard before she was knocked unconscious. She hadn't meant for anyone to get hurt. She just wanted to find out. For Sherry's sake.
As she laid unconscious, there was only one thing on her mind. The tattoo on his arm. She had successfully exposed the tattoo and she prayed that the others had noticed it.